Izuru led Nekomaru through the lobby of their dorm, going up the main staircase. The rest of the class stood in the lobby in awe. The carpet was green, and the walls were made up of a beige drywall accented with spruce wood. There was a black carpet that led up the spruce wood staircase and, as stated by the ravenet, there were slides on either side of it. The paths of plastic weren't the usual solid color of their material, but, instead, were colored with wild graffiti.

Hiyoko eyed up the plastic, "What's with these slides?"

Hajime shrugged, scratching his cheek, "Oh… Uh… They came in like that." He hung his blazer on a coatrack, "Let me give you guys a quick tour." He shrugged, "Brisket isn't going to be ready for a while, anyway."

Izuru nodded to his classmate, putting a hand on the crate, "Join the tour group. I can handle it from here."

Nekomaru picked at his ear, "If you're sure." He shrugged, making his way back to the group.

The brunet spun to face the entering guests, gesturing to his left, "Here we have a large dining hall and a stainless-steel kitchen." Then to his right, "Over there, the bathhouse and the laundry room." He then added, "The bathhouse is split in half by gender."

Mahiru blinked, "What? Why?"

Hajime teetered his head, "The dorm wasn't built for the intention of only two tenants, but it's just the way things turned out." He turned, leading them done the hall beside one of the graffitied slides.

-X-

"So, we have the library."

The group of seventeen moved about the lofty shelves of the library. Sonia was happy to find books about the occult and Mikan was happy to find technical books about biology. Ryota was happy to find a computer and an outlet to back up and plug in his work.

Hajime crossed his arms, sitting on one of the tables within the room, "If you're going to complain about dust, it's a big library that isn't really used. So, sue me."

Sonia gasped, "I've already read most of the books in my possession. To find so many that, I haven't seen before is truly exciting!"

Mikan smiled, picking through their titles, "So many studies."

Hiyoko picked at a few books, "These books would probably burn well."

The brunet blinked, "W-Well…" -he shrugged, "-it is paper."

-X-

"Here's a breakroom—arcade… place."

After leading the group to the other side of building, they were shown a large room with three billiard tables, a few recliners, and arcade machines. Kazuichi, Fuyuhiko, and Gundam circled one of the billiard table, already playing the game. Chiaki was engaged with one of the fighter-game machines, battling with Ibuki as her opponent.

Kazuichi chuckled, "Man, it's been forever since I played a game."

Gundam laughed, 'wielding' the cue-stick, "Ha! If you two wish to challenge me? I shall not stop you, but do not complain to me when you fail."

Hajime blinked, "You're holding the cue-stick upside down."

The Ultimate Breeder blinked, reeling, "Ah…"

Fuyuhiko chuckled as well, "This is gonna be fun!"

The Ultimate Musician cried out, "AHHHHH!" She dramatically fell, "Ibuki's died again~."

Chiaki frowned worriedly, "Do you want to stop?"

Ibuki chuckled, standing back up, "No." Her eyes narrowed, pointing at her classmate, "Ibuki will get you eventually."

Mahiru tilted her head, "Um, I may not be that good of a player, but can I play next?"

The Ultimate Gamer smiled, "Sure!"

-X-

"Home theater."

Hajime opened the door to a large room with a few rows of recline-sofas, large speakers, and a very large monitor-screen on the far wall of the room. The rows of seats were elevated compared to each other, ensuring unobstructed views of the movie. There was also a projector attached to the ceiling and there was a rolled-up projector screen hung above the digital one's frame. There was even a food and drink bar alongside one of the walls. The group fluttered in with the particularly famished of the bunch, raiding the bar.

The brunet scratched his nose, "Our favorite room to be honest." He made his way to the cabinet underneath the screen, "Soundproof. Great place to take naps."

"Shouldn't you watch movies in here?" questioned Hiyoko.

He shrugged, "Rather film movies than watch them to be honest." He scratched his chin when he crouched and opened "But, uh… what do we have…?"

Mahiru slowly nodded, "I see… You're interested in that sort of thing?" She shrugged, "I don't really know much about movies, but that it definitely sounds more fun than just watching them."

Gundam laughed, "Interesting… I never expected to hear you express such a greedy desire." His hamsters posed, "I may lend you my power. Not just herbivores, but small and large-sized creatures too!"

Mikan tilted her head, , "You make movies?"

Nagito nodded, "To make a movie. That sounds like fun."

Sonia clapped her hands together, "We should make one together!"

-X-

"Upstairs is mostly bedrooms and bathrooms."

Hajime had led the group from the halls below to the upstairs corridors. He slowed to a stop at its end. "Though, there are a few exceptions." He pulled open a glass door and unveiling a small gym. The equipment nor the "Right here, we have a little gym." Akane and Nekomaru slipped within, meddling with the weights and equipment. The brunet turned, moving to the left side of the hall, sliding open a door to a dojo-like area. "A dojo. Weapons are lacking though." Peko stepped within, looking about curiously. "Just fancy sticks."

Peko picked up a bamboo stick from a rack—roughly the length of a one-handed sword, "These are fine for practice."

The brunet shrugged, "Izu's more knowledgeable about this stuff, anyway."

Sato blinked, "Where is he, by the way?"

Hajime rubbed his chin, "Probably still on that… office in the west end." He gestured to the farthest end of the corridor, "You can see the tarp from here." The group turned to see a blue tarp hanging on the other end of the hall. A wooden frame surrounded it and some paneling to protect the carpet. "Knocking down a few walls and putting up a new one. You know, renovating."

Mahiru blinked, "Eh?" She looked about the group, "What happened to Ms. Yukizome?"

The ginger-haired teacher pushed open a door, stepping back into the hall, "Sorry~!" She dusted off her top, "I saw a few things that needed a little clean-up, and well… I couldn't help myself."

The brunet clapped, "Well, so everyone knows where everything is. Teruteru and I are gonna start cooking and everyone can spend their time doing whatever they want—within reason." He smiled, putting his hands on his hips, "We'll grab you when food's ready." He began to walk away with the Ultimate Cook before turning on his heel and adding lastly, "Oh, and no one goes into the West-Wing, 'kay?"

-\ X /-

Hajime and Teruteru entered the kitchen. The shorter of the brunets looked about the shelves and cabinets, peering over both the equipment and ingredients. He hummed with satisfaction, finding a surprising wide range of both. The cook turned to his host, "Well, I can handle cooking dinner for everyone. You can relax."

"You sure?"

The Ultimate Cook began to pick out ingredients and tools for the upcoming dinner, "Yes, I can handle cooking for nineteen stomachs." He smiled, "It's no different from cooking during rush hour on a weekend night."

The brunet leaned against the counter, crossing his arms, "Well, I'd feel kind of bad if I made you do this all alone." He smiled, "I can help out in some areas. So long as you don't mind my amateurish hands."

There was a hint of flirtation in the cook's voice, "I wouldn't mind your hands at all, Hajime." He smiled, tilting his head, "But, really I can handle the numbers. Though, I would like to see your smoked brisket."

Hajime nodded, "Right, follow with me." The Reserve Course student led the cook to a side door that exited the building, stepping into a porch with the cylindrical grill.

Teruteru sniffled the air, "It smells amazing. What did you marinade it with?"

"Uh… Red wine, mustard, horseradish, cayenne, onion, and garlic, overnight." He recalled, "I started cooking it this morning."

"So, it's been cooking for six hours?"

"Yeah, so about an hour or two and we should be able to take it out to let it rest."

"For another hour." He turned, smiling, "I'll get started on the other items for dinner." "With your pantry, I can complete it before dinnertime." The two began to make their way back into the kitchen as the cook spoke, "You know, Hajime, I see that you appreciate high-quality ingredients."

The brunet shrugged, "I'm not really a cook, though." He shrugged, "I'm good at it, sure, but I'm… just normal." He smiled kindly, "I'm excited to see what you do."

Teruteru clenched his fists, "It'll make your jaw drop." A little bit of blood trickled from his nose, "And maybe even the ladies' panties too!"

Hajime blinked, "Ah…" He coughed, "W-Well, if you need some help, I'll be around."

The cook nodded, "Thank you. I appreciate that."

XXX

Izuru twisted the wrench, tightening a bolt on his drum-kit; reassembling it in the dining hall. Ibuki strummed on her guitar excitedly as she bounced about the hall. Sato sat at the large table in the center of the room, stretching with a yawn. Hajime sat on the counter-window between the dining hall and the kitchen, looking through sheets of music lyrics while music played into his ear with an earbud. Lastly, Teruteru worked hard within the kitchen, creating plates upon plates of food.

Ibuki laughed, "This is going to be awesome, Zu-Zu!"

Izuru nodded, brushing a few of his locks from his face, "You truly don't mind performing a cover?"

She smiled understandingly, teetering her head, "It does bother Ibuki a little, but Ibuki knows that a band needs to practice for performing for real." She strummed her guitar, "Not to mention, we've picked out a rockin' song to cover~!"

He nodded, "Glad you like it." He turned back to his drum-set, "I had a feeling you would."

The Ultimate Musician gave him a thumbs-up, "Our time together is well spent!"

The ravenet shrugged, "I suppose."

Ibuki joked, "Zu-Zu supposes a lot."

Izuru blinked, turning to her for a moment. He pondered over himself, "I suppose-," before a light smile graced his lips, chuckling quietly, "I do." He adjusted the pieces of his drum-set, "I just don't like setting things in stone."

"Ibuki understands. The universe has wild powers."

"Wild indeed…"

Ibuki strummed her guitar as Izuru focused on his set, "Wild, huh? Wild… Wild like love!" She whipped her arm, letting out a roar from her guitar, "What is love!?"

Izuru's and Hajime's voices left their mouths in sync, absentmindedly and unknowingly, "Baby, don't hurt me. Don't hurt me. No more…" Ibuki, Teruteru, and Sato fell into silence as they registered what just happened as the twins didn't. A part of them wanted to call them out and tell them that they were in sync for a moment. Though, silence prevailed as they wondered if it would happen again.

The Ultimate Cook's chain of thought was slightly different and, of course, perverted, "I wonder what else they do at the same time…"

Sato turned her chair, smiling at her classmate, "S-So, having fun?"

Hajime gave a tired smile, "Memorizing lyrics are a pain." He frowned, looking over the sheets once more, "Especially, when it's a very sudden performance." His hall of memories flashed a pair of scissors and his fingers dug into the sheets of paper. "Bad memories… Go away, please…"

Teruteru shouted from the far stove, "Hey, Hajime?"

The brunet turned to him, "Yeah?"

The Ultimate Cook tugged at a cabinet's handle, "What's in here? It's locked."

Hajime blinked, "Oh, that's uh…" He scratched his cheek, shrugging, "I can't come up with clever enough lie." He waved off the topic, "Look, just don't go in there. There's nothing for cooking."

Teruteru blinked before turning back to the stove, "Uh, okay!"

Sato raised a brow as she made her way to the counter, leaning against it, "What's in there?"

The brunet answered without speaking, "Nothing legal… in this country, at least…" He shrugged, "Eh, nothing worthy of note."

She raised a brow, "Worthy enough for a lock."

He pushed up a smile, "Can't get anything past you." His eyes landed the music sheets, "How goes sanity in my little dorm?"

She snorted, "Little?" His solid gaze caused her to answer the conversation, "Well, Mitarai and Komaeda are in the library. Mahiru, Hiyoko, Sonia, and Chiaki are in the arcade room. Soda and Tanaka are in there, too."

Hajime's mind bounced, "With Sonia around, Kazuichi wouldn't try anything with Gundam… Sure, he wouldn't do anything to begin with, but the lack of temptation is good…"

Sato teetered her head, "Kuzuryu and Peko are in the home theater. Nidai and Akane are in the gym." She blinked, "Oh! And Mikan and Ms. Yukizome are in the bathhouse."

The brunet blinked, reeling slightly, "Eh? Really?"

The greenette shrugged, "Stress for the Nurse's sake, and, with her clumsiness, escort was necessary."

"Right." He smiled at her, "Thanks for the assist."

"No problem." She yawned, "The Ultimates are… really eccentric." She leaned over the counter, laying her head down, "I feel so tired…"

He chuckled, "I know." He sighed with eyes looking off to the side tiredly, "I know…"

Izuru walked over to his twin, tucking his hands into his pockets, "Complaining again?"

Hajime smirked, "Always." He blinked, "Or never…" He shrugged, pursing his lips, "I don't really keep track of my own conversations."

The ravenet joked, "You should record them."

"That would put a lot of effort into conversations."

"How so?"

The brunet sighed with a smile, "I'd have to worry way more about self contradicting myself."

"There would go half of your escape plans."

Sato blinked, interjecting into the conversation, "'Escape plans'?"

Hajime turned to her, "Don't worry about my plams."

She looked at him with confusion, "Plams?"

He then matched it with his own confusion, "Plams?"

Her eyes narrowed, "That's what you said."

He acted offended, "No it wasn't."

She spoke firmly, "Hajime."

And he in return, "Sato."

Izuru smirked, "Did I say escape? Sounds more like self-destruction."

The brunet turned to his twin, "Shut up, it's working."

Sato chuckled, "No it isn't."

"It will."

"Not ever."

Hajime rolled his eyes dramatically, "What are we even talking about anymore?"

The greenette threw up her hands, "Plams!"

He grinned, "Exactly!"

She blinked, "Wait, what?"

Izuru chuckled, "I stand corrected."

The brunet smirked, "See?"

Sato breathed in, "I'm…" She let out a sigh, "I'm going to see what Mahiru's up to."

Hajime nodded, "Alright, have fun."

The ravenet simply nodded in acknowledgement as the greenette made her leave. He slowly turned back to his brother, "How are you?"

"Fine."

Izuru raised a brow, "Are you still up for singing?"

"I said I am."

"So long as you're sure."

A bout of silence fell between the two before the brunet sighed, putting down the sheets of music, "Wanna check out what everyone else is up to?" He turned, pushing off the counter and onto his feet.

The ravenet nodded, "Sure." He adjusted his tie, "I need a speaker from the home theater anyway."

Hajime turned to his twin, narrowing his eyes, "You're putting it back."

Izuru smiled his vaguest of smiles, "Of course."

As they left the mess hall, the brunet turned to his twin, "Hey, so you got a reason for turning our dorm, clubhouse?"

Who replied simply, "I made a small deal with Yukizome." He explained, "She'll excuse you and I from skipping class every now and again. So, that we may operate without too much of Kirigiri's interference." He then added, "Though, we can't do that on a regular basis."

-X-

Nagito wandered through the shelves of books, slipping one back into place while picking at the spines of others. He blinked, spotting one that peaked his interests. He reached for it before trying to pull at it. The book didn't budge as it was seemingly wedged between others like it. He applied more of a grip before tugging at once more. He blinked when he heard something snap. His confusion was soon replaced by shock as the upper half of the shelf began to slide forward. Books rained upon him as the shelf collapsed upon him.

The white-haired teen fell onto his backside as the shelf fell, screwing his eyes shut in wait of the impact. However, it never came and instead there was a loud sound of a hand meeting wood. The Ultimate Luckster slowly opened his eyes to see Izuru standing at the far end of the hall of shelves. While Nagito sat in a sea of fallen books with one flattening his air, the ravenet held up the damaged shelf with a single hand despite his disadvantageous position.

Izuru glared at him, "Does your luck always bring about destruction of some kind?"

Nagito only let out a chuckle, pulling the fallen book from the top of his head. He pushed himself onto his feet as the ravenet put the shelf back into place, balancing it on its lower half. "It can be quite inconvenient."

The ravenet crouched, picking up the books and stacking them off to the side, "Evidently." The white-haired teen didn't speak afterwards, picking up books and assisting the tenant in undoing his mess.

Hajime blinked from his seat next to Ryota at the event.

Ryota had only spared a glance to it before turning back to his drawing monitor, "Your brother's really strong."

"Yeah."

"Though, he doesn't really look the part."

The brunet shrugged, "Looks can be deceiving."

"Heh, he's like a protagonist of an underdog/over-dog story."

"Hm?"

Ryota explained, "An underdog that is actually the best of the best, but just isn't recognized by his society or the system he is in."

Hajime blinked, murmuring, "He's in the main course…"

The Ultimate Animator chuckled, "I guess it isn't a one-to-one comparison."

-X-

Hajime knocked on the door, pressing his ear against it. "Hello?" He shared a look with his brother before pushing open the door to the home theater.

Peko turned in one of the seats to look at him, "Ah, Hinata."

The brunet reached for the light switch, "Mind if I…"

She nodded, "Go ahead."

He pushed open the door for his brother to take it, "I heard Fuyuhiko was in here."

"He went to the bathroom."

"Ah." He leaned against the sofa, tilting his head, "Watcha watching?"

"A yakuza film."

The brunet mumbled to himself, "Eh? Fuyuhiko watching a yakuza movie? Bit on the nose."

Fuyuhiko's voice from down the hallway, "Yo, Izuru." He sighed, "Why the hell are your bathrooms a whole damn floor away?"

Izuru turned away from the room to address the blond, "Just the nature of the building."

The Ultimate Yakuza stepped into the room, spotting the brunet, who waved, "Yo."

He rolled his shoulder, "Hey, is food ready or somethin'?"

Hajime shrugged, "Nah, just wondering what everyone is up to."

Izuru shifted his arm, and a screwdriver slipped from his sleeve and into his hand, "And I need a speaker from here."

The brunet blinked as his twin walked beyond the sofas to unmount the item from the wall, "Right, I forgot about that."

Fuyuhiko raised a brow, "This for that whole show thing?"

He shrugged, "Yeah."

Izuru slowly removed the device from its mount, "I'll need to check with Ibuki if she has the wires for it."

Hajime put his hands on his hips, "Need a hand?"

The ravenet tucked the speaker under his arm, "No."

The brunet chuckled, "Had a feeling." He jerked his thumb back, "I'm gonna go check in on Kazuichi and Gundam." He joked, "That game might develop an ulterior motive."

"For the Princess's hand?"

"Sounds like something a lovestruck mechanic and a chuunibyou would fight for, right?"

"Indeed."

The Ultimate Yakuza made a few departing remarks as the twins left. Once the door swung shut, he sighed, turning around, "Why're you sticking around, Peko? You don't like these type of movies."

She stood stiffly, "I only wished to ensure your safety, Young Master. Kamukura's renovations may have made the building unstable."

He sighed, "I thought I told you to hang out with other people. You're a high school student, remember?"

She bowed, "I understand."

Fuyuhiko rubbed the back of his neck as he pulled open the door, "Swing by later if want." She began to make her exit as he spoke, "Just hang out with your classmates."

Peko gave a slight bow as she exited, "I will try."

He nodded, "Good." He closed the door after her, "'Moon-Child' gets to me…" His face flushed slightly, adjusting his tie, "I wouldn't want her to see me like that…"

-\ XXX /-

Chisa pulled the towel tightly around her body as she stepped into the laundry room. She closed the door to the ladies' side of the bathhouse behind her. This other room was floored with black tiles and it's walls were a plain beige. Along one of the room's walls, there was a line of washing machines and dryers that took up two/thirds of it while a few tables took up the final third. A round of knocks wrapped against the door to the room—the thing that brought her out. She stepped towards it and replied to it, "Hello?"

It was Hajime's voice on the other side, "Ms. Yukizome?" He added, "Food's ready, and everyone's moving into the dining hall."

The teacher nodded, "Thank you. We'll be out shortly!"

The brunet replied, "'Course." She could hear his footsteps depart from the other side of the door.

Chisa stepped away from the door and made her way to her clothes. She blinked when her eyes drifted towards the left behind clothing of one of the twins. On its surface, it looked nothing more than a normal, two-button suit. Though, now she could see its lining.

Her hand reached out to it, feeling its material against her fingertips, "Kevlar…?" She blinked as her eyes narrowed, "Are these bulletproof suits…?" Her brow furrowed, "Why would they need bulletproof suits…?"

The scream of her student's voice pulled her attention away from her discovery, "A-AAAAAHHHH!"

Chisa spun on her heel, rushing back to the bathhouse, "Ah, Mikan!"

X|X|X

AN: Alrighty, I'm back with a new chapter. Let my say that these chapters are hard to write with all of the character interactions so this stuff takes a while. There is an ending and arcs, but no over arching plot (kinda, sorta). I am sorry for keeping all of you in the dark, but I will keep striving to make this story the best I can make it.

For those worried about me personally, I'm okay. I have a job. Writing this stuff is just hard because it is entirely character interactions within a rather stale environment. One I completely wrote myself into. So, sorry about that.

Thank you for reading and criticize away!